Two-Bits POV

I tried my best to silence myself but I couldnt. The visions of past things engulfed my thoughts and I couldnt bring peace to myself. Not even through alchool, my once best friend besides Mickey. His face, his hands, his lips, maybe I imagined it? Afterall, I was drunk at the time and it wasnt the first time I've imagined something that clearly was not there. But he was there. I choked out another sob, and mentally slapped myself for being so loud. Darry and Johnny were in the living room trying to get some sleep, and being as dumb as I was I'd probably wake them up. I sighed, remembering the night I met him...

Flasback...

I was drunker than I was usual. Which is a lot figuring a cant put down a beer can to save my life. But yet instead of just spending the night at Bucks I decided to head home, even though everything was slowly spinning around me. The streets were hazy and full of color, alive with the sounds of cars and the occasional motorcycle speeding past. I couldnt tell if I were on the sidewalk or not, but in the state that I was in I probably wouldnt of cared. I tripped and fell, over something or over my own feet I couldnt tell you but I landed hard. Hard enough to know I was bleeding badley and I hardley could breathe. Everything kept shifting in and out of focuse, intill I finally blacked out.

Then there he was, as if sent down from heaven with an eerie light glow around his face. Or it was probably the street lamp above us, but either way I was just thankful he was there. He was pulling me up against him, holding my head in his lap."Its gonna be okey, Two-Bit," he said to me. Then he kept repeating it, as if to just reassure himself. How did he know my name? Did I meet him and forgot? I took a good look at him, and then I realized I really didnt meet him. He was a Socs. Now why would a Socs know my name, especially one I havent met?

I was drifting into unconciousness, and slowly everything faded away intill I was left with nothing but a blur, and then nothing... When I woke up I was in a hospital room, and he was there. Sleeping peacelessly in a chair, he loooked distressed, or worried, or both. He almost looked frightened, and he was on the edge of the chair looking as if he would fall off.

"Hey," my voice sounded hoarse and dry, so I cleared it."Wake up." He slowly shifted in his sleep, and then opened his eyes. For a moment I thought I saw a hint of relief in those large havel eyes, and then they narrowed and turned distant and angry.

"Next time watch where your going Greaser! You almost knocked me down!" Was this guy seriouse? He saved my life to only tell me that? I sat up and stared at him, slowley losing my temper. I had a bad headache, and I was being yelled at by at Socs! But then I thought for a moment, this Socs saved my life. So I held the comment I so desperately wanted to make, and I just let his comment go and smiled at him. Socs would always treat Greasers bad, but that dosent mean I have to stoop to his level.

"Thanks...for saving my life." He seemed thrown off by that comment, a bit surprised too.

"Um...your welcome," he replied so low I could barely hear him. Then he through me off guard with what he did next, he smiled. His smile was beautiful, and I was extreamley embarrassed that I was thinking this sort of way about another person, another guy, a Socs of all things. But I slowley began to realize that I didnt care, I liked his smile, and it was beautiful. From that moment on I knew I was going to fall bad for that Socs, and I did...

End Flashback...

That wasnt the last time I saw him, and the second time around I got the pleasure of knowing his name. Stephen, I laughed, what a stupid name. Then again after I told him my name ( actually my nick name ), was Two-Bit he laughed. I dont know why he was laughing, or why he was asking because I could've sworn he said my name when he found me. When I asked him what was his name, I didnt laugh. Instead I answered by saying,"What a stupid name," and then I slapped him over the head. We became quick friends, hiding it from other people of coarse. No one would understand, and frankly I didnt even know what attracted me to the Socs.

He had dark hair, so black you couldnt see it at night for it blended in with the midnight sky. He was so seriouse he reminded me of Darry, always getting so worked up over nothing. He didnt smoke, he didnt drink, and most of the time he spent with me he called me irresponsible and immature. But I knew he liked me, he could never hide his smile when I did something, as he would call it, 'reckless'. He had a chiseled chin, high cheek bones and he always looked like he stepped out of a cataloge. His eyes almost looked mischeviouse, like he did something that you wanted to know about. But he never did, he made good grades and stayed out of trouble, he never spoke back to his parents and the only time he did something remotely bad it was because I forced him into it.

His eyes, they had many different looks to them. His eyes alone hide the secreats of his past of not expressing himself when he wanted to. Most of the time they looked carefree and confident, but if you looked close enough they were almost fearful. Unlike Johnny's eyes, that with just one glance you could see the raw emotions of his abused filled life, his eyes were trained to hide his emotions well. Like he built a wall over them so they werent evident to the world.

I didnt know much about his parents even though his house was the place we hung out at most of the time, they were hardley ever home. But when they did manage to show up he didnt seem too happy about it either.

Then today everything changed. I was walking home in the rain, it was raining hard and my car had once again broke down on me. I was cold, despite the fact that I had my jacket on and I was trying my best to reach the first house I was welcomed in. Which of coarse, the closest house to me was the Curtis home. Then I heard it, the damn mustang trailing me. Before I knew it five Socs got out, and one looked kind of like Stephen. In fact, I've seen him before with Stephen.

"Isnt that the greaser who keeps on following Stephen?"

"I think it is. Still has that stupid Mickey shirt on." That hurt, it wasnt the same shirt. Im not dirty, I have more than one shirt. They just all have Mickey on them, and who cares? I like Mickey.

"Why dont we do Stephen a favor and get ride of him for him." I reached into my pocket for a switch. If they wanted a fight, all give them one worth their time. Wait a second, how did they even know about me being around Stephen? We kept our friendship a secreat, and we hardley even went out together. When we did we stayed a good few feet away from eachother, so to look like we werent together.

I turned in an alleyway and tried my best to walk faster, but soon I felt a hand on my shoulder turn me around and slam me into a brick wall. I didn hesitate to bring out my switch and slam him into the wall. I held the switch at his neck and his friends backed away slowly. I glared at him in his eyes and was surprised to see he had the same colored eyes like Stephen. But thats as far as the resemblance went, his eyes were hard, cold and hateful.

"Listen Grease, stay away from my brother. He dosent like you following him."

"How do you know he dosent like it?" I was playing with his mind, but I knew he'd never suspect me and Stephen were friends.

"He's planning on jumping you, he told me himself." I froze, Stephen would never do that. "Watch your back Greaser." He was smiling now. I let him go when I felt something sharp being held against my back.

"Drop the switch." I did, I wasnt stupid, I knew that Socs would kill me if I didnt. You could pretty much guess what happened next, they took turns beating me up. They threatened to kill me if I ever went near Stephen again, and I believed them. After they were done with me, I was lucky enough to walk myself home. Is was like they broke me, and I was scared of the gang seeing me so emotional. I bawled so much I felt like a three year old without his mom. I cleaned myself up, and headed towards the Curtis house. I didnt want to be alone in my house, and nobody was home.

I walked there trying to reasure myself that it wasnt true. Stephen would never do that, he's Stephen. Im like his best friend. Then again who ever heard of a Greaser and a Socs being friends? Is Stephen even capable of that kind of manipulation? Then I thought to myself, why wouldnt he? He was a Socs and a Socs cant be trusted. I couldnt believe it, why hadnt I seen it before? Was I that stupid? It even made perfect sense, be friends and then betray them. It was the perfect plan and I almost fell for it. I knew the score, and yet I was blinded by a fake friendship.

When I got there I couldnt bring myself to talk. I was speechless. I knew someone would eventually catch on, and Darry did. He even felt bad enough to agree to stay with me, I felt like Johnny had when we found him. He didnt want to stay by himself either for a while, but did he feel this helpless and ashamed? All the while, all I can bring myself to think was about Stephen. Stephen, how could you do this to me?

I hope you guys werent disappointed with this chapter.Im sorry I made Two-Bit so emotionally broken.Reveiw please, I didnt get many reviews last chapter.Even though last chapter kinda sucked, I hope you guys review anyway.I love reviews, and my faithful reviewers! You guys are the best, I have so many reviews because of my lovely reviewers (sighs) ya'll make me so happy!